Sitting high in the play place tubes,
was my top spot with a stuffed toy,
Such joy I am too big for, it's true,
As I smile at those who can still enjoy.
*****
How I wish I was traversing and hanging high,
In a net I can crawl through.
Wanting to give that way another try,
I realize ropes courses will have to do.
*****
I can still play and feel the same from that time of past me,
the love of crawling around up high not fully disappeared.
What I thought was an elegy is now a poem for rediscovery,
I can zip up through the sky higher than just the ceiling, cheers!
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Seashell Harpspring
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